"What's so funny?" she demands.
"Nothing, carry on… what were you saying?"
"The woods and stuff. Basically, you wouldn't come out here if you were obsessed with work. I mean, I'm surprised you would even get signal in a place like this. You're a wild man," she declares boldly, eyeing me up and down.
"A wild man?" I laugh loudly.
"Oh yes, all dangerous and the muscles and the dangerous eyes and the…oh!" she exclaims, jumping when thunder booms through the cabin.
She giggles and presses her hand over her mouth.
She's too fucking cute.
But that hardly matters. What matters now is that she's toodrunk. At first, I thought I could manipulate information out of her, but now all I'd be doing is taking advantage of her. It wouldn't even be close to fair, and she'd hate me for it. Not that I care if she hates me, but I do care if she makes my life more difficult while I'm still stuck living with her.
"I think I should heat up that pizza," I say, standing up.
"Ooh, yes. Pizza!" she exclaims, jumping up and skipping after me to the kitchen. "Did you eat all the pepperoni slices? I want a pepperoni slice," she says.
She lifts herself up onto the kitchen counter, swinging her legs happily while she watches me.
The pepperoni pizza was the more popular one for both of us, and there's only one slice left.
I think she needs more than one slice of pizza to soak up the alcohol in her bloodstream, so I scratch around in the fridge to find the rest of the pepperoni slices.
I place them across the leftover slices from the second pizza. It had shredded chicken on it, but now it has pepperoni as well.
"Oh, that's really sweet of you," she says, scrunching her nose as she looks at me in surprise.
"No, uh, it's not sweet… " I stammer, not wanting her to think I've gone soft. "I want pepperoni too. That's all," I say quickly.
"Ok, sure. Mmhmm." She grins, nodding with exaggeration.
The microwave pings, and I pull out the first plate of pizza sliced and hand it to her.
She takes one, immediately taking a giant bite out of it. Then, she waves her hand over the other pieces and, through a mouth full of pizza, she demands I have one too.
"I'll wait for the other plate to heat up," I say, shaking my head.
She rolls her eyes and pushes the plate toward me again, still swinging her legs.
I take a piece because it's easier than arguing.
This makes her happy.
She chats between bites while we stay in the kitchen having our leftover dinner.
She's relaxed and playful and teasing me.
When the pizza is done, I hand her a cloth to wipe her hands.
"Thank you," she smiles. Nikita tries to slide off the counter and almost loses her balance. She's giggling again.
I groan, realizing she's still pretty drunk and the best thing for her is to go to bed.
"Come on, I think you need to lie down," I say, wrapping my arm around my waist to hold her steady. She leans into me and looks up at me with wide, curious eyes.
"You're so nice," she mutters.
